No, really.

I decided to make lasagna last night. I don't cook, people, and when the mood strikes, it's a big, huge damn deal. HUGE. I ran to our local Albertson's and got all the ingredients needed. Ran home. Picked up my son from the sitter's, and back to the house to start making dinner.

I'm half-way through, about to add the ricotta, and LO AND BEHOLD! I pull back the lid, pull off the plastic cover and the shit is BLUE and MOLDY.

People, I lost my shit. I know better! I know I have to look at the dates on the bottom of this shit. The date was "best used with fireworks". My point, though, is that I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO LOOK. This is my point. I shouldn't have to worry, to wonder. Always ... ALWAYS! ... at this store you have to look at the born-on dates. You have to pay attention or you will come home to make some mouth watering lasagna and get blue moldy ricotta.

And in a giant fit of pissedoffness, we tossed the cheese, as well as the receipt. I could have driven back and gotten my $3.67 back. I do not care. I'm not going back. And plus, the used pregnancy test is still by the curb outside the building, all these days later. Yuck.

Editor's Note: Dark Damian hates cheese. And after this post, he will have no problem continuing to swear off cheese forever and a day, and maybe ever a week after that.